these words, finding the officer did not move, the stranger held
his six-shooter a little nearer to him, and gave the Spaniard a
threatening look.

"Ah, I thought so. Now you walk."

"You have me in your power. I must, but I will have a bitter revenge.
Senor, you are cowardly!"

"Cowardly! Ha! Ha! a pretty accusation from you. What! you talk about
cowardice! You, who don't know how to treat a brave enemy as a prisoner
of war, but place him up against a wall to have him shot down as if he
was a dog. Senor capitan," continued the stranger, speaking very
sternly, "you have excited my hatred. Another such speech as your last
and you will earn my contempt."

Dan Daly was moving along like one in a dream.

By this time he had reached the door which still stood open.

"Pass through," cried the stranger in a commanding tone.

Instantly Dan did so.

"And me?" asked the officer.

"You will stay where you are."

"And yourself, senor, where shall I find you?" asked the officer,
sarcastically.

"That you will know when you discover me!" answered the stranger,
defiantly.

With these words he grasped the Spanish officer by the shoulders, and
using all his strength to throw him backwards, sending him with such
force to the ground that he rolled many yards.

Then like lightning he dashed through the doorway, closing the door
behind him, instantly.

Bang! Bang!

A volley of bullets came, burying themselves in the wood.

They were too late to do any damage, for the door was closed before the
soldiers fired.

"Now, Dan Daly," said the stranger, "if you value your life, follow me."

"Young Glory!" cried the Irishman, astounded.

"And who else did you think it was?" retorted Young Glory, as he led the
way through the garden.

CHAPTER II.

FLYING FOR THEIR LIVES--A BOLD EXPEDIENT.

Behind, a furious rush was being made at the door.

Even if this did not give way, it was an easy matter to scale the wall.
So Dan Daly and Young Glory had no time to lose.

"Friends of yours live here?" questioned Dan.

"No, no! Don't talk, but look about you!"

A narrow passage led to the side of the house, and as the fugitives
reached it, a man stood in their way.

"You cannot pass," he said.

"But we do," retorted Young Glory, bounding forward, and giving the man
a furious blow in the face with his fist. Down he went like a log.

"Shure, he's punished for not kapin' to the truth," laughed Dan.

"Now our troubles